| HarshBetty ( @ 2006-12-11 20:54:00 |
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Want To Hear Something That Sucks?
I got into an accident today on the way home from work. Argh.
I was rear-ended by a teenage girl in a Civic, while I was either stopped or mostly stopped at a red light. From what I could see, and what the witnesses confirmed, she came around a corner, barely slowed down at all and just whammed into me at full speed, running squarely into the back of my car. I had the presence of mind to yank my wheel to the left, so I was flung into the dirt median rather than into the car in front of me. My brakes locked up and I skidded at least 200 feet down the median, until I thought to grab the parking brake.
I'm basically fine - the headrest whammed me in the back of the neck and it feels bruised, and there's coffee all over the inside of the car, but that's the extent of it. My bumper is scraped up and sort of tilted down, to the point where I was afraid it might be scraping against the tires, but the boys didn't think they saw it touching (I have to go out, clean up the coffee mess and do another survey of the situation, but I'm not up to it yet).
The other car, however, was totaled. The poor girl was unhurt, but she was a sobbing wreck; she couldn't figure out how she was going to get to work. Her windshield was cracked, her airbags had deployed, and her radiator was hissing. I was very nice to her (I was overcome with a weird calm as soon as I realized the car was okay) but left her to figure out her own predicament after we exchanged insurance information and talked to the police.
I limped home, made dinner (tasty stir-fry!) and called my insurance company, who acquitted themselves beautifully. I should be able to get the car into the body repair place and pick up my rental car (all of these are within ten miles or so of the house) by tomorrow or Wednesday.
As an added bonus, I got to tell the kids, with complete smugness, that I was not going to mediate their argument (somebody got irked at somebody else while they were walking back from tae kwon do) because I was too rattled. Heh.